Letras
Yeah (yeah)
Pouring out, on that mud (mud)
Shouldn't have took them meds (meds)
Opps be in my blunt, fine shit on my thread
I can't see no lights, shell catcher catch shells
Lil' boy ain't got stripes (no stripes)
Heavy, heavy guns
Take your shit, run out with your shit
Broke dice game, I got real rich
Talk 'bout gang, car gotta jump defense
Smoking on the thrax (thrax)
My partner get out them packs (them packs)
All the gang sit in the truck (all the gang)
I got the guns from Iraq (Iraq)
I'm in the dark like a vamp (like a vamp)
Fn7, this shit stamp (this shit stamp)
Gang going up like a ramp (goin' up)
Popping your top like a beer (the top)
On the 6L, we call trim
Them boy be having no fear, yeah (no fear)
Might set a fire at your whip
Lil' partner geeked off them pills (them pills)
Told the gunsmith come over here
Know my ARP gon' bump (gon' bump)
I like shooting shit up from the jump (from the jump)
These niggas be faking the funk (funk)
They ain't tough, they just makin' shit up
And I know that they hate that I'm up
Get to shooting, I'm waking shit up
Give no fuck, I won't show you no respect (no respect)
I don't need no stylist to dress
Got a pilot on, shootin' at yo' chest
Got a wallet, but I still finesse (finesse)
Like hydraulic, she hop on my dick
Why you hating, you all on my back? (My back)
Boy, you know my lil' gang have them straps (them straps)
From the hood, we just came out that drop
I promise him we would go back
I'm thumbin' through all these blue racks
You ain't fuckin' with the gang, that's tragic
With some fine shit, we in her mansion
Make it sound good, nigga, just cappin'
Niggas slime with your bitch in the passenger
Catch a dime bag, we hold it for a ransom
Pouring out, on that mud (mud)
Shouldn't have took them meds (meds)